Medium, medium   Medium, medium   Medium, medium   Medium, medium   Medium, medium   Medium, medium   Medium, medium   Medium, medium      Waking up I smell the scent of coffee on the brew   And I think about the amount of the sweet   I'd like to have in my cup today   One for the two lump, three lump, four   No half of one, no less no more   Just give me a chance, let me make it mine   I'd like a medium blend of that piece of pie      Not too bitter, not too sweet Medium   Just enough to start a beat Medium   Not too bitter, not too sweet Medium   Just enough to start a beat Medium      Dinner time just rolls around   And I think I crave a steak but   I'm not too partial to the meat   When it's cooked too long and I'm made to wait   Not too much of the parsony   And just enough of the spice   I think I'd enjoy a medium-rare dish with a side of fries      Not too tender, not too tough Medium   Not too little, just enough Medium   Not too tender, not too tough Medium   Not too little, just enough Medium      Come Thurs. Morn' I smell the pits   But hey, it aint that bad   I, could of sworn I bathed last week   And scrubbed like a good lad   I like to stink just a little bit   Just to keep you on your toes   Yes, The more I stink the more I think   That you smell like a rose      Not too pleasant, not too bad   Medium   Just enough to irk my dad   Medium      Not too bitter, not too sweet Medium   Just enough to start a beat Medium   Not too bitter, not too sweet Medium   Just enough to start a beat Medium      Medium. Medium. Medium. Medium. Medium